With tattered clothes.
And washed out soul.
With a life from which I faintly run.
And a heart that has been Yours since birth.
With feathered wings I fly towards thee.
With strong desire.
And a sense of fear.
With a thirst of which no stream might quench.
And an ache that seems to penetrate.
With feathered wings I fly towards thee.
Guide me safe.
Steer me home.
Lead me in.
